When I was first coming to terms with my sexuality, I met a guy online who lived in Boston. He was older than me, had a real job and lived in an apartment that he shared with a few roommates. As a teenager, I was enamored with these displays of adulthood.

During one of our overnight trysts, he started rubbing his cock against my ass. In just a few seconds, I was ready for action. After all, I was a hormonal teenager. I wanted to get fucked.

But he didn’t fuck me.

He kept rubbing his cock against my hole. Over and over again. And again and again, I’d arch my back and press my ass into him – giving the universal signal for anal penetration.

But he didn’t fuck me.

Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes piled onto minutes. My sense of time elongated. And, all the while, he kept teasing my eager hole. His cock, now wet with precum and lube, kept sliding against my hole. I could feel the veins of his dick against my backside. My toes and fingers tingled in anticipation.

But he didn’t fuck me.

Especially back then, I wasn’t particularly verbal during sex. I make an effort here and there, but words don’t come naturally to me. And yet, with such a buildup of desire – I was overcome. Without even thinking, words escaped my throat and projected from my mouth. “FUCK ME,” I commanded. “FUCKING FUCK ME. FUCK ME!” The dam had burst, and my wanting rushed forth unbidden. I spoke my truth.

To be honest, I don’t know what happened next. If he fucked me, it wasn’t as memorable as the anticipation of being fucked. The truth is, the only thing that can be more exciting than getting what you want… is sometimes not getting it at all.

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